Novel Full Chapter 305 : Chapter 305
Translator: AkazaTL
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Chapter 305
The next event I’d be involved in was likely the Yafei Kingdom travel arc. Wu Mingbai set it for August, so I had some relaxing downtime.
Honestly, the original me wasn’t a shut-in. I loved manga, novels, and games, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying sports and travel.
Now, I just wanted to stay home as a shut-in, with no urge to explore. My body wasn’t tired, but my heart was.
Uninterrupted days were blissful—the most relaxing semester stretch. But for others, it wasn’t.
First, the competition aftermath. Sesbia’s government faced public execution. It happened on their turf—their fault. They handled compensation and arrangements for the dead; survivors got hefty mental distress payments.
Jiang Tianming’s group, seen as saviors, received rare Ability items as rewards, shared in the group chat. I got a look.
One-time Ability enhancers, recovery items, defense items—varied,but all high quality. Sesbia wasn’t skimping.
Qi Huang got the most—since she saved the most people. Without her defeating the Black Gourd Nightmare Beast, Ability users returning from the other space would’ve faced a bloodbath.
Hotel and venue cameras recorded Qi Huang’s fight fully. To ease grief over heavy losses and boost scared students, Sesbia edited it with fitting music into a rousing video, posted on their site.
Several nations’ Ability governments reposted it to inspire students. Our country wouldn’t miss this—our underage Ability user protecting people abroad. Even if Sesbia didn’t share it, we’d demand a copy.
Days after the video, I glanced at the school group chat—Qi Huang gained a ton of fans. I didn’t know how Feng Manman was treated post-campaign save, but it was likely similar.
I had a hunch Qi Huang’s Student Council Secretary role was locked in.
The competition results? It was ruined—no one cared who won round two. Realistically, all the survivors were winners.
But Sesbia wanted closure for their first—and last—world competition. Imperfect, but better than none.
So, they posted group scores online from highest to lowest.
【Endless Ability Academy: 7800 Points
Don Quixote Ability Academy: 4320 Points
Moscow Ability Academy: 4275 Points…】
Undoubtedly, “Endless Ability Academy’s” landslide first shocked everyone. Everyone knew their situation—the main team was taken out, with the first-year reserves stepping up.
How’d they score so high? Were this year’s first-years that strong?
Sesbia, briefly reliable, didn’t release competition footage. But then they sent recordings to all second-round academies.
So, I got Meng Huai’s “kind” greeting.
Me: “…”
I’m at odds with Sesbia’s government!
Notably, during my forced school stay, I fulfilled my vow to make Zhang Sheng unlucky for a day.
After another inexplicable fall, Zhang Sheng, fed up, complained to Feng Manman and Mu Yunfan. Sharp Feng Manman hit the mark: “Did you offend someone? Likely from our academy. Who could make you this unlucky?”
“Su Bei?!” Zhang Sheng, eyes wide, realized after thinking. He remembered his cheap shot, rushing to ask if it was me.
I wouldn’t admit it, but Zhang Sheng wasn’t dumb, promptly apologizing. Seeing his flexibility, I let it go. I didn’t confess, but quietly lifted his bad luck.
Back to business.
During this time, danger kept brewing. Nightmare Beasts activity ramped up, frequently wreaking havoc in the human world. Unlike last campaign’s prelude, their success rate soared.
Before, one in ten attacks caused major damage. Now, their success rate was three to four times higher.
It felt like a think tank guided them, pinpointing weak spots for one-shot hits. Without humans’ quick reactions and anti-ambush experience, losses would’ve been worse.
Ability world sites updated daily, almost always about Nightmare Beast chaos—unlike the prior weekly pace.
Under their frenzy, the Ability world was overwhelmed. Even fresh graduates got heavy workloads. Mu Yunfan’s daily posts reeked of resentment.
The Ability government posted a call for guilds, solo Ability users, and teams to cooperate, unite, and face Nightmare Beasts’ challenges.
Staying home, reading frequent site updates, I deeply felt danger looming. Unlike last campaign’s chaotic disruptions to exhaust Ability users, this was deliberate, aimed at maximizing human losses.
A storm was coming—I smelled trouble. Per the manga’s mainline, the Nightmare Beast world was shifting. “Black Flash”’s leader likely turned desperate, colluding with Nightmare Beasts. Fresh graduates suffered heavy losses, and high-level Nightmare Beasts multiplied. Everything tilted toward Nightmare Beasts, tipping an already unbalanced scale.
If I didn’t know this was a shonen manga, with [Manga Consciousness] saying the author addressed the good-evil power gap, I’d think Nightmare Beasts would win.
Knowing the protagonist group would triumph, these setbacks were just setup for their comeback.
I’d seen the “suppress”—what’d the “rise” look like?
Nightmare Beasts’ frequent attacks weren’t just manga-world events but plot-driven—Jiang Tianming’s group got involved. Out and about, they stumbled into a Nightmare Beast operation.
In this update, the author wove their activity into the background, with characters’ dialogue repeatedly hinting at it.
Comments and forums debated if this signaled another campaign. One just happened, but similarities were uncanny.
Rational readers argued the author wouldn’t repeat events—this rampage had other causes. Especially since the plot noted Nightmare Beasts caused more trouble than last time.
Several readers guessed Nightmare Beasts got help—especially with prior traitor suspicions. Combined, it seemed spot-on.
I agreed—their think tank was “Black Flash.” Only they could pull off such a spree—beyond any individual.
“Next, Yafei Kingdom—will ‘Black Flash’ be involved?” I asked suddenly, knowing [Manga Consciousness] wouldn’t answer directly. I just wanted to draw it out.
As expected, it appeared, refusing: “Sorry, no spoilers.”
“Can you tell me the manga’s progress? How long will the author continue?” I showed my real question.
I suspected 《King of Abilities》 was nearing its end. From manga experience, when the world turns grim, it’s time for protagonists to save it.
“…Won’t take long,” [Manga Consciousness] hesitated, then answered carefully. “It’s the manga’s late stage.”
As I thought—《King of Abilities》 was close to ending. Yafei Kingdom wasn’t the finale, but after it, in maybe three or four arcs, and it’d wrap¹.
Great—it was finally ending. I exhaled, feeling lighter. The plot wasn’t done, but I could see the finish line.
Then I got wary—the author’s malice toward me lingered. To take me out, he’d use the final arcs. Killing a character logically? Best done at the climax.
Something felt off: “The author hates trouble, so why insist on killing me? It’s nearly over—just finish smoothly.”
“Who said there was only two seasons?” [Manga Consciousness] sounded helpless. “《King of Abilities》 is huge in the real world—the author plans at least three seasons. If you don’t die, he’s gotta draw you next season.”
Me: “?”
“Another season? No closure?” My mentality collapsed. “I’ve gotta slog another season? Why not just kill me?”
Seeing my ready-to-quit vibe, [Manga Consciousness] clarified: “No, no, you misunderstood. Survive this season, and the author won’t bother you. Your plot’s heavy this season—next, old characters, you included, except Jiang Tianming’s trio, make way for new ones. You’ll have minor roles, not worth the author’s effort to kill you.”
I relaxed, then asked curiously: “Where is the next season’s set? If it’s still at ‘Endless Ability Academy,’ how’s there no plot for us?”
“It will either be set in time-skip post-graduation or another world,” [Manga Consciousness], the author’s subconscious, knew well. “No Nightmare Beasts will be present then.”
I fully relaxed. Beyond dreading another tense season, I feared there would be no peace post-world-saving.
But time-skip or a new world? Fine—let them stir. It wouldn’t involve me.
I took a spectator’s stance on trouble—my chosen persona fit, less likely to go and get involved.
Happy times flew by—soon, Wu Mingbai’s Yafei Kingdom invite arrived.
As a prince, Wu Mingbai didn’t need to arrange travel. Yafei Kingdom’s royals chartered a plane. Taking a taxi to the airport, I saw the gaudy plane through the glass and twitched.
Rumors said Yafei’s royals had poor taste—I’d laughed it off. Now, seeing the paint-slathered plane with “Welcome to Yafei Kingdom” in huge letters, I truly grasped the extent of their bad taste.
In the VIP lounge, Jiang Tianming, Lan Subing, and Wu Mingbai were there, along with black-clad foreigners—likely Wu Mingbai’s bodyguards.
Lan Subing was chatting with friends, glancing up and spotting me strolling in, hands in pockets. I wore a simple white tee and black shorts, my braid loosely tied in front, hair fluffier post-wash, looking fresh.
“Su Bei, long time!” Lan Subing beamed, the others waving.
“Morning,” I nodded, casually sitting on a leather sofa, my gaze naturally drifting to the lounge’s glass window for travelers.
Spotting something, my eyes flashed in amusement. I pointed at the flashy plane, teasing Wu Mingbai knowingly: “Your family’s plane?”
Jiang Tianming and Lan Subing burst out laughing—they’d “admired” it already.
Wu Mingbai, prepped from prior teasing, sneered: “What are you laughing about? You’re riding it too. Keep laughing, I’ll have your name painted on.”
A black-clad bodyguard bowed respectfully, saying in broken Chinese: “Prince Mingbai, at your order—we’ll serve!”
Me: “…”
My name on that plane, photographed? I’d stay home all summer till it was forgotten.
Seeing me quiet, Wu Mingbai waved smugly: “No need for now.”
His triumph turned to despair—every new arrival asked the same. From Jiang Tianming and Lan Subing to me, Ai Baozhu, Zhao Xiaoyu, Zhou Renjie, Li Shu—each teased him.
Answering once or twice was fun; after five or six times, he wanted to fight. Asked again, Wu Mingbai closed his eyes despairingly: “There’s one left—Wu Jin. He won’t ask, right?”
Others, fine—but Wu Jin asking such nonsense? Ling You didn’t ask, though Ai Baozhu, who entered with her, did.
“Bet he will,” Zhou Renjie said, not confident but eager to mess with Wu Mingbai.
Ai Baozhu joined: “I bet he will!”
It became a group bet—would Wu Jin ask about the plane? Losers had to uncover a palace secret in Yafei Kingdom or face harsher school-start punishment.
The lightest punishment proposed amid excited ideas? “Run three laps around the field, shouting you’re an idiot.” That showed how brutal the punishments were.
After settling the bet, some switched answers. Only two picked “will.”
I didn’t want to hunt secrets or face punishment, so after thinking, I chose “will”—one of the two.
Per Wu Jin’s personality, he wouldn’t tease Wu Mingbai idly. But this group Yafei trip would likely be manga-drawn, including this intriguing bet—very plot-like.
If Wu Jin said nothing, where’s the fun? Him asking would surprise readers.
The other “will” was Feng Lan—obviously using [Prophecy]. I gave him a reproachful look, meeting his golden eyes.
Feng Lan’s gaze held no emotion—just a glance since our answers matched, probably thinking I used prophecy too.
I didn’t! I roared inwardly. I deduced it with my wits!
But then, isn’t my god’s-eye view part of my Ability? It’s still Ability-based—just with more brainpower involved.
Realizing this, my reproach vanished. I raised an eyebrow at Feng Lan, smugly complicit.
“Wait… you and Feng Lan both picked ‘will’? Something’s off,” Ai Baozhu said, shocked. They answered last, after others chose.
Given our Abilities, no one doubted our shared answer. So, everyone else was wrong—silent Wu Jin would ask?
Wu Mingbai was stunned too. Neither Feng Lan nor I would pick to lose, so our answer was what we believed: “Wu Jin’ll ask about the plane? I know him, don’t I?”
Jiang Tianming got it: “An accident? Slipped out?”
Neither of us replied. I shrugged: “You’ll see.”
Wu Jin arrived slowly, apologetic, purple hair hiding his face. Feeling everyone’s burning stares, he asked: “…What happened?”
Did my hair mess up, exposing my face? No—their looks weren’t awe.
Everyone shook their heads but kept staring.
Clueless, Wu Jin didn’t dwell: “Sorry, a lady stopped me while asking about that plane. It’s yours, right?”
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Wyck-note: Same for the novel.